I am the prisoner numbered "Tattoo Seventy-Nine", a corpse in the Lishan Mausoleum that has not yet cooled down. The Great Emperor Yingzheng is driving his guests, and the sky of the Qin Dynasty is slowly collapsing.
General Zhang Han gave me a rusty copper sword and asked us 200,000 prisoners to use the blood of the nobles of the six countries to prolong the lives of the Qin Dynasty. But I know history: the Battle of Julu, the birth of the Overlord, and us cannon fodder will be killed and become a footnote to his legend.
But I don't want to accept my fate.
"Princes, generals and prime ministers, would you rather have your own kind?" Chen Sheng's cry was also my declaration. But becoming king and emperor is too far away for me. At this moment, I just want to survive with these desperate brothers around me.
Starting from Lishan, I gathered prisoners and made friends with heroes. In the sea of blood and corpses of Julu, I snatched a glimmer of life from Xiang Yu's overlord gun; when Liu Bang was still obsessed with the prosperity of Guanzhong, I had set my sights on the land of dragon prosperity - Bashu.
Han Xin led the troops under my command, Zhang Liang and I sat and talked, and Xiao He raised food and grass for me. The eighteen princes that Xiang Yu granted? It's just a stepping stone on my path to power. When the arrogant overlord of Western Chu committed suicide on the banks of Wujiang River, he would never have imagined that the person who ended his myth would be a pawn he could easily kill back then.
I stood on the ruins of Xianyang Palace, behind me were two hundred thousand "prisoners" who swore loyalty to the death. They shouted "Long live" and their voices shook the sky.
So, that's it. This sky is dead, Huang Tian should stand. I, Ting Qijiu, will come to sit on this throne today and personally create an eternal empire that will be more glorious than the Great Qin.
